#klaus x werewolf reader

[buckybarnesb-tch]

In your last post you said about Klaus getting turned on by watching the reader eat?

Could we have more on/about that in a separate one-shot if you have the time? 💕

One More Bite -Klaus M.

I combined this request with another one I had gotten in my PM’s for Klaus’ mate giving him a blowjob when he’s in his wolf form, so fair warning on that.

If that is something that the original requester isn’t okay with and you don’t want to read this, send me another request and I’ll write something else for you as I understand you may not want to read something like this because it’s for such a specific kind of reader I assume (even though I am one of those readers).

Warning: Severe Warning on this fic! This fic contains Smut while our favorite Hybrid is in his wolf form! Blow-Job warning! Klaus becoming aroused by watching his Mate eat food. Also brief mentions of a school shooting when talking about the Scream movie series.

Sitophilia: Arousal involving food

Don’t Like=Don’t Read

Dead Dove:Do Not Eat!

Klaus has no clue where it came from.

It started when he was in Alarics body in the lunch room, watching over his Doppelgänger and her friends was proving entertaining to him…until he saw her. Y/n was a friend of theirs that didn’t seem to be all that involved in their Supernatural affairs, blatantly ignoring them as they spoke about the immortal Hybrid that sat 2 tables away possessing their History teacher.

She was a beautiful girl, one of the sweetest the 1000 year old man had ever seen, he swore it was true with how kind and naive she seemed to be. Klaus felt the need to protect her and ensure her safety, swearing to himself he would leave her out of all of this but just as he was about to leave the lunchroom he found himself captivated by her once more. It took a bit too long to notice that he was staring at the girl as she ate her lunch.

Klaus had never really been fascinated by watching someone eat before and it was an odd thought all together, but he couldn’t deny his enjoyment at watching her…he also couldn’t deny the raging erection in his pants that he willed away as strongly as he could as he wasn’t in his pants or his body and he was Not dealing with that!

He had gone to the front office later that day, finding her file and reading as much about her as he could. Her name was Y/F/n, she was on the honor roll with mostly all A’s and a few B’s, he found her address as well as the fact that she is emancipated and living in that apartment alone. He looked more into that, finding out that her parents had died a few months prior (when Damon had released the tomb vampires) and she lived on money they left as well as what she made working in a movie theater in the next town.

He found himself hating the idea of his girl being forced to work a job on top of going to school and getting amazing grades, only to come home to an apartment all alone with no family and no real friends as that Scooby Gang doesn’t seem to be very close with her. Klaus can’t explain his feelings, his attraction, or why he wants to take care of her so badly but he knows he doesn’t want her working this hard so that she can be all alone and in pain.

Klaus ditched Alarics body as soon as he was able and while his witches were dealing with the things he needed for his curse, he made his way to the next town and into the little movie theater. He walked into the theater and up to the snack counter where she was sat, reading something on her phone before jumping up as she saw him.

‘Good afternoon sir, what can I get for you to make your movie experience better?’ She asked, a smile on her face as if anyone could enjoy this job everyday. He hated seeing the dark circles under her eyes that she tried to cover with makeup, he wanted to see her in a comfortable bed, sleeping as much as she needed, wanted to watch her enjoy breakfast in bed with the knowledge that she didn’t have to go to work or school or do anything other than be with him. He found himself staring down at her as he imagined feeding her that breakfast while his cock was still buried deep inside of her cu- ‘Sir?’

‘Sorry, lost in thought there.’ He chuckled and she did as well.

‘I do it all the time, no worries. Can I get you something to eat?’ He looked as if he was considering it before responding.

‘Actually, I would love to get you something to eat.’ She looked up at him confused and he thought it was adorable. ‘Would you like to see a movie with me?’ She was shocked by this, clearly, and didn’t respond very quickly. ‘What time do you get done?’ He asked as if he didn’t know it was in 5 minutes.

‘Oh, I’m done in about 5 minutes. I have to get home and study for a test though-‘

‘Aw, let yourself relax a bit. Let me treat you to a movie, you can get whatever you want to eat, and you can pick the movie.’ The blush that spread over her face was adorable and he loved every second of it.

‘Really? Even if I pick a chick flick?’ He nodded, seeing a coworker walking out to take over her shift. ‘Okay, I want to see 5 Nights at Freddy’s…let me go get changed.’ Her smile lit up Klaus’ whole world and he smiled as he watched her walk away, her cute little ass nearly on display in the short skirt she had to wear as a uniform. Klaus only waited about 5 minutes for her to return after getting the tickets (and experiencing the man’s shocked face as he bought all the tickets in the entire theater so that they would be alone), wearing a dark tank top and fluffy pajama pants. ‘Sorry about the clothes, I was prepared to go home and get in bed.’ She explained but he waved her off.

‘Not a problem, next time I’ll wear pajamas too. I’m Nik, by the way.’ He teased, seeing her eyes light up at the idea of a second date.

‘Y/n, nice to meet you Nik.’

‘Alright, what do you want to eat?’ This was a dine-in theater, and while Klaus remembered when theaters sold popcorn, soda and candy exclusively, he found himself happy about the idea of providing his girl a good meal and getting to watch her eat it.

‘Oh, I’ll just get a small popcorn-‘

‘You just got off work, you must be hungry. Please let me get you a meal? Anything you want, if you don’t choose I’ll choose for you and I’ll be forced to feed it to you.’ He teased, wrapping his arm around her waist to test the water of how she felt about him touching her and to his surprise she leaned into his side, allowing his hand to stay on her waist. She was attracted to him too, he could practically smell it, and it made the Hybrid truly happy to know that his girl at least liked him as well.

‘Fine, okay. Hey Kyle, can I get an order of cheese fries, please?’

‘And?’ She shot him a teasing glare before rolling her eyes.

‘And a large order of chicken tenders with extra honey mustard. And since we’re bending this guys wallet, I’ll also have a large chocolate brownie milkshake-with extra chocolate sauce…I hope you like chocolate cause I won’t drink all of that, it’s huge.’ Klaus just grinned as he handed over his card. ‘Wait! You’re not getting anything?’

‘A bucket of popcorn too, please?’ He ordered and she stared at him as he paid for the wildly overpriced food. He carried the popcorn, allowing her to drizzle butter all over it along with salt before they went and found their seats, a girl bringing Y/n’s food about 10 minutes later just as the movie started.

‘I can’t believe there’s no one else in here, especially this late.’

‘Is this a popular movie?’ He asked, genuinely having no idea what it’s about. Klaus hadn’t come here with any intention of watching a movie, he just wanted to be with his girl so to him, the movie didn’t make one single fucking difference.

‘Oh yeah, it’s based on a horror game that I loved, plus Matthew Lillard is in this so I want to see it desperately. People really believe that his character is just Stu from the Original Scream a few years after he “died”. Which he 100% didn’t by the way.’ He could see how sure she was of this and enjoyed her dedicated belief to a movie she clearly loved.

‘How are you so sure he lived?’ He wondered and she turned her body to him more, ready to explain her theory.

‘Okay, so he was supposed to be the killer in the third scream movie! He was cast and everything but they had to scrap the whole plot. It was going to be based on a school shooting but that was right as Columbine happened so they changed the whole movie. Respect for them not doing that, 100%, but it proves that canonically he is absolutely alive. I don’t really get the connection to this movie, but if people believe it then why not?’ He nodded along, enjoying himself as much she seemed to enjoy these horror plots.

‘You’re a horror movie girl, aren’t you?’

‘Yup. Which is weird cause I used to be terrified of all scary movies but now I love them. We should have a horror movie marathon, clearly you haven’t seen the Scream movies and if you haven’t seen them, what else haven’t you seen?!’

‘Most of them, I’m not much of a TV watcher. I mostly just paint in my free time, I’ve seen a few though. The one in the mask who tries to kill his sister.’

‘Michael Myers, Halloween.’ She said, instantly knowing what he was talking about.

‘The Hick who has a chainsaw and wears people’s faces?’

‘Leatherface, Texas Chainsaw Massacre.’

‘The demon people, one of them has pins all over his head?’

‘Pinhead, HellRaiser. Truly an amazing movie, probably one of my favorite plot lines.’ He was amazed at how she knew every one of these from just the simple descriptions, he knew they were probably popular but it was so cute how sure and excited she was.

‘And the guy with knives for hands.’ Her eyebrows raised as he said this.

‘I’m going to assume you mean Freddy Kruger from Nightmare on Elm Street as we’re talking about horror movies and not Edward Scissorhands which is a sad movie that ripped my soul from my body. It a great movie but it’s sad as hell. Why are people so mean to everyone just because they’re different?’ He shrugged at this.

‘People will always judge what they don’t understand, especially when it’s other people. It’s always been that way.’ He knew from personal experience and Y/n seemed to hear the emotion in his voice because she reached over and took his hand in hers.

‘People suck. Cheese fry?’ She offered, holding out the box and he took one, watching as she bit into a couple as the lights went down. He was thankful for his vampire vision as he leaned back into the seat and kept his eyes on her. She was fascinated by the movie but he was fascinated by her. Klaus watched as she ate, finally getting to watch her eat a meal that wasn’t a snack in a cafeteria. The idea that he had provided his girl food, a real meal (for seemingly the first time since he first saw her 3 days ago) was satisfying to say the least. He stared as she ate her fries, her tongue peeking out every now and again to lick the cheese from her lips, causing his cock to twitch every single time. The moan that came from her as she first bit into a piece of chicken had him fully hard and completely desperate, watching as her tongue licked the honey mustard from her finger, her lips wrapping around her thumb and sucking on it with a “pop” as she pulled it from her mouth. He was so lost in his thoughts as he watched her perfect little mouth, he didn’t even hear the words that came from it. ‘Nik? You okay?’

‘Hmm? Yes! Of course, I’m great…you’re so damn gorgeous, and it’s distracting.’ Her cheeks turned red as he said this and she couldn’t hide it from him.

‘You are really sweet…please tell me this isn’t some kind of weird joke.’ As she said this his mind was ripped from his fantasies, confused as to why she would think something like that.

‘What? That’s crazy, why would you-‘

‘You walked into a movie theater without a ticket, came up to the food counter and asked me out to then buy a ticket and buy me dinner. You’re either the oddest and luckiest man in the world considering I was finished my shift when you came in, or this was planned and someone put you up to it…I’m an 18 year old girl in high school on a date with a hot dude in his 20’s…you can at least imagine why I’m a bit skeptical?’ She looked sad and he hated that he had caused it…why is this girl getting to him like this?!

‘I’m sorry that you feel the need to be skeptical of someone asking you out. I admit, I planned to ask you on a date. I saw you yesterday and I thought you were lovely so I decided to ask you out, I thought taking you to a movie after work would be a nice idea, I also thought you would enjoy relaxing and watching a movie right after your shift-‘ A look of guilt overtook her eyes as she realized how much thought he put into asking her on this date and she felt horrible instantly.

‘Oh God…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m a bitch! I-‘

‘No you’re not, relax love. It’s okay, I can see why you were questioning the situation. I want to take you out again, I enjoy you already and I admittedly enjoy feeding you.’ Her eyes widened a bit but she couldn’t turn more red than she already was.

‘Oh…okay? I-I can honestly say I haven’t heard that one before but it sounds nice to me.’ She joked as he reached out, picking up a French fry and feeding it to her, grunting as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his thumb to get the melted cheese off of his skin, taking her time a bit too much as she did this and Klaus couldn’t hold in his groan.

‘Christ Y/n, you’re going to be the death of me.’

Through the rest of their date Klaus enjoyed feeding his girl nearly all of the food he had bought her, her insisting he at least have some as well and he brought her home that night, pressing his lips to hers sweetly and deciding he liked that his girl blushed 90% of their time together.

It was 3 days later that he found out why he was so desperate for this girl more than any other in his entire lifetime.

They had been texting almost all day every day along with him visiting her daily, Klaus getting everything ready to break his curse and actually getting it done with some help from his annoying elder brother (after he tried to murder him) before running off into the forest, his wolf determined to get where he needed to be.

It was the first time in 1000 years that Klaus could hear his wolf in his head the way other werewolves could. In the almost month he had been a Hybrid 1000 years ago he had gotten used to him being there and the curse had taken that from him.

As his paws slammed against the dirt, sprinting through the forest Klaus couldn’t help but wonder where they were going and he quickly got his answer.

“Mate!” The voice he had so sorely missed, growled roughly.

“Mate?” He wondered, having heard the term before but knowing that werewolves finding their mates was extremely rare. Maybe because they were so far out of time if Klaus’ mate being alive 1000 years after his human life was an indication. “Y/n is my mate…no wonder I’m so drawn to her!” A happy feeling was bubbling up in his chest as he realized he had finally found his mate, something he had hoped could exist for him since he found out soulmates were real for wolves.

“Need Mate! Need Mate Now!” The aggressive growl was almost concerning to him as his paws slowed to a trot when he arrived at the home he had been visiting his girl in for the last few days.

“She’s going to be scared! We can’t let her see us-Stop!” He snapped, feeling stupid that he was literally shouting at himself.

“Mate Knows! Mate Not Stupid!” His wolf snarled, sounding offended by the idea that she didn’t know who he was. He scratched at the apartment door and Klaus tried to control his body, to run back into the trees and away from her when the door swung open and his Mate looked down at him in shock.

‘I have to be honest, didn’t see this coming Nik. I mean I got the whole “Nik-Klaus” thing, Elijah told us all your real name but…what exactly do you want me to do with this?’ She asked, clearly entertained by him showing up in his wolf form. He whined, scratching at the doorframe which made her chuckle. ‘Okay, you can come in Niklaus-oh, okay.’ He walked into her apartment before she was even done speaking, hopping up onto the couch and staring up at her as if waiting for something to happen. ‘I seriously thought your interest in me was a joke when I realized who you were. Damon was making fun of me for falling for it…you’re actually into me, aren’t you? Cause I figure you being here right now means either you really like me or you plan to rip me to shreds in my own home. Which is it?’ She asked him and Klaus rolled his eyes, laying his head onto her lap when she sat down beside him on the couch. ‘Oh…good…I could get used to this.’

For the rest of the evening Klaus lounged on Y/n’s couch with her, watching horror movies from the extensive list that she had made of “Horror Movies Nik Needs to Watch”. He also enjoyed once again watching as she ate her dinner, or his personal favorite, watching her eat a pint of ice cream. God, he wants her tongue on his cock so badly, which she noticed as it was on display and larger than one would expect. To her credit, she ignored it for quite a long time, pretending it wasn’t there until the voice in his head made it physically impossible any longer. He was talking about all the different ways he wanted to bend her over and fuck her tight little cunt until she was begging him to stop, practically drooling over how her tongue peeked out and licked the ice cream off of the spoon, desperate to watch her lick his cream off of his hard cock which is around the time his member began leaking onto the blanket underneath him on the couch.

‘Nik?’ She questioned and he lifted his head from her lap to look up at her, as if pretending he hadn’t been staring at her this whole time. ‘Do you need help?’ He tilted his head as if asking her what she meant…she couldn’t possibly mean- ‘Do you need help with your…problem? It’s distracting and it seems to be getting worse.’

At this moment Klaus is happy that he is not just a vampire, but also in his wolf form and unable to show her how embarrassed he is with a look on (what would now be) his completely red face. He couldn’t stop the slight whine that escaped him before jumping down from the couch and trotting over to the door, scratching the wood and waiting for her to release him. “Let Mate Help!” That aggressive voice piped up again and he tried to shove it back down.

‘I didn’t mean I wanted you to leave, I…I mean if you wanted me to, I…it would have to be really fucking private, I mean if you ever told anyone I would skin you alive!’

Klaus suddenly felt his tail come to life, wagging around behind him like crazy as he released a small “yip” sound, moving back over and hopping up onto the couch again, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

‘Ahh! It’s cold and wet!’ She was giggling and it was a sound that Klaus knew he adored from the moment he first heard it in the schools cafeteria. ‘I hope you realize that when you’re human again, I want an explanation as to why watching me eat gets you so worked up.’ She teased, moving from the couch to her knees. ‘Are all wolves cocks this big, or is it a werewolf thing?’

“Perfect Mate! Pretty, Perfect Mate! Need to Fuck Mate!” Klaus shook his head quickly as that thought came from nowhere, trying to keep his wolf from controlling anything else when suddenly his cock was enveloped into her hot mouth causing the pathetic sounding whine that exited him.

Her lips were stretched wide around his thick member as he now leaned back against the couch, wanting desperately to hold onto her hair but knowing that he can’t. He settled for one paw resting on the back of her head and couldn’t hold back the growl that burst from his chest, her tongue trailing over the head of his cock which nearly made him finish laughably fast.

You could have never convinced Klaus that this would be something that he wanted, in 1000 years the thought had crossed his mind, of course, but it wasn’t something that really got him off until now. Now, rutting into his mate was all he could think about like it was playing on a constant loop in his mind. As he looked down and saw her on her knees in front of him a content purr built up in his chest. He didn’t know how deeply he had longed for his mate, maybe if his wolf hadn’t been bound from him, he would have.

His thoughts were cut off by the choking noise that came from her as his large cock hit the back of her throat. “Perfect Mate! Perfect Little Tongue!” The growl that exploded from him made her eyes widen in fear before he was cumming in ropes into her mouth, her hand coming up to catch what leaked from her lips.

‘Fuck!’ She cursed after swallowing everything he had to give and looking up at him, as if an innocent little virgin who hadn’t just sucked his wolf cock into next year. ‘Do all werewolves cum that much?’ She giggled and he whined in response, leaning forward and licking her face. ‘I’m not doing that again until you prove how good you are in bed as a man first.’ She was teasing him but he nipped at her throat, catching the skin and watching a drop of blood rise to the surface. ‘Ow…shouldn’t you be out slaughtering innocent humans right now?’ He shook his head, which he’s sure looked like a dog shaking off the water after being in the rain. ‘But that’s what you were going to do before finding me?’ He didn’t respond to this, simply moving to lay down across her lap as she sat back on the couch. ‘It’s okay, I’ll still be here when you’re human again, go.’ He peeked up at her, from this angle the light made her look like an Angel sent from Heaven, as if a gift just for his devilish soul.

“Stay Close! Never Leave Mate! Never Again!” He really hopes that once he fucks his mate and makes her his that his wolf will calm down about her, he may be right but he’s intense.

‘Go Nik, I’ll be right here when you get back, I promise. I have nothing to do tomorrow, I will stay until you come and get me. When you do we’ll order take out and you can stare at me while I eat it.’ He sat up, making a questioning noise that he honestly didn’t know he could make. ‘I Promise.’ She insisted, jumping up and opening the back door towards the woods. ‘I won’t leave, I won’t open the door for anyone either. Get, before you get needier and decide to hump me in my sleep.’ He did as she said, leaving out the back door and taking one final look at her before he was gone, running through the woods as he had always longed for, every day of his immortal life since it was snatched away from him and for the first time in his very long life, knowing that he had someone to come back to.

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Pet Puppy

Klaus wasn’t easily fooled. He knew that the Salvatores, Elena & co were hiding something from him. So he did what anyone would do and investigated the matter.

He figured it out to a person, originally he thought that perhaps it was another Gilbert sibling but then one day he caught her scent.

She must’ve been a wolf, meaning she must be Tyler’s sister or another werewolf family was in town. So he went straight to his first sired hybrid and fired 20 questions at him. He watched as the boy struggled to find any possible loopholes to answer the questions in a a way that told him nothing. And yet by doing so it told him just about everything.

He figured out what she must look like, how she dresses, things she liked and what things meant to her. She was the perfect omega in his mind, a sweet little girl who would behave well and have a soft, innocent persona.

He knew she must if she had been hidden away this long, been compliant to the rules the Mystic Falls gang had set for her.

It wasn’t the easiest task as he searched through the Salvatores house and spied on the Gilbert’s. He checked Bonnies too but found she barely stayed there herself now that she had her mother back. Klaus had nearly forgotten that he was able to get into Caroline’s house after the whole biting situation.

But when he noticed the blonde coming to the grill and picking up an extra plate of food his curiosity peaked. He followed her home and that’s when he spotted the pretty face he had pictured so well as she came and pulled the curtains closed with a bright smile on her face as Elena beckoned her into her arms.

He had to come back another day, get her alone and see if she truly was the perfect omega.

His wolf already thought so and even if she wasn’t he might just take her for the fun of it, piss off everyone in town while having a pretty thing to entertain him.

Though that perspective changed when he got inside the house the next morning. He watched as she nearly jumped a mile when he came up behind her resulting in a pillow launched at his head and a chuckle to erupt from him.

He chased after her as she darted around the house, taking much enjoyment in the hunt before ultimately pouncing at her and tackling her to the ground.

His wolf could have purred at the instant submission she offered once he had caught her, the way her neck arched for him to bite if he so pleased and the little whine she emitted was delightful.

He looked down at her, keeping her pinned against the carpeted floor as he looked her over. She were smaller than he originally imagined but it only added to his attraction, her eyes big and fearful and yet a swirl of lust within them as his wolf produced a strong alpha scent to entice her in. His head tilted to the side and in response so did hers making the corner of his lips pull up.

She wriggled beneath him slightly in an attempt to get him to weaken his hold which he did after squeezing her neck gently. He moved back for her to sit up, he watched as she twitched in anticipation, as she got ready to bolt again. But she didn’t, just remained on edge as he trailed his fingers along each curve of her body. Certain spots he touched gained different reactions, mostly whimpers and little squeaks if he pressed down too hard.

But she didn’t shy away from him, she allowed him to touch and feel every inch of her skin that he could reach and shuddered or shivered in reply. Her wolf’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as his hands left a path of fire in their wake. Both amusement and lust mixed through him as she practically crawled her way into his lap and he rubbed all along her thighs, hips, back, torso, chest, shoulders.

His lips brushed along the side of his neck as she whined quietly to herself before stopping just behind her ear and kissing the spot tenderly.

“Pretty puppy” he murmured as a soft purr rumbled through her. Her head leant back against his shoulder as she sat between his legs. His teeth nibbled her earlobe lightly making her lips part and a soft moan to leave her.

Another 20 minutes went by of his kisses growing rougher, her sounds getting higher and louder as her body arched and clung to him.

Of course until a loud shriek tore his attention away from the swell of her breast which he had nearly gotten completely out of her bra cup. He glanced up to find Caroline looking horrified at the display of hickeys and bite marks in her friends throat, let alone her enemy with his mouth around the omegas tit.

Y/n was entirely out of it though and still moaning softly as his hands groped her gently, his eyes daring Caroline to do or say anything.

She practically ran out of her house, straight on the phone and screaming down it to Damon in a fit.

But by the time Damon had arrived, Klaus had Y/n back at his house.

Her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he buried his face in between her breasts while he carried her up the stairs.

He nipped and sucked along them greedily before dropping her onto his bed and crawling on top of her. And he was entirely ready to claim her right there and then, until he looked down and saw her sweet face.

Her eyes completely black and her body almost vibrating from how loud her purr was. The backs of her fingers brushed over her chest as he hummed gravely.

“You’re such a sweet omega aren’t you puppy?” He muttered seeing her pant and tug at his henley like a dog in heat. His lips pulled into a smile and he leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. “Oh I think I’ll be keeping you my lovely” he smirked.

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And he most definitely intended on it.

He didn’t care how many times Stefan, Damon, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy, Tyler, anyone came to try take her away. He had a firm grip on her at all times, keeping her at his side or pressed to his chest.

She was such a good girl for him, always doing as asked and curled up on top of him.

He would kiss her head and smooth his hands down her sides while feeling her face muzzle into his chest.

He carried her just about everywhere, whether it was to the kitchen or across town. There shouldn’t even be the slightest risk that she would be stolen from him. And he made sure of it.

Hands on her, arms around her, scent rubbed all over her and a range of sweet nothings and dirty somethings whispered in her ears.

She was his little pup until the day they both died, she would never leave him, not with how good he was for her.

He always kept her safe, protected, happy, loved and cared for.

“Hungry? Don’t worry puppy, I have your food on the way and your snack drawer is full.”

“Thirsty? Would you rather drink my blood or I bring you something different?”

“Sleepy little pup? That’s okay, you can curl right up here.”

Anything she needed, he could and would provide. Always…and forever of course.

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PROLOGUE

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: Sera Salvatore moved to Beacon Hills for a break from the supernatural. But her life was once again turned upside down when she and her two best friends get thrown head first into a world of werewolves and mystery. But it’s hard for her to protect her friends when a single werewolf bite is what could kill her for good…

WARNINGS: mentions of blood

a/n: this is just the intro ! future parts will be longer, that’s where the story really begins ;)

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Beacon Hills was supposed to be a sanctuary from all things supernatural.

After what felt like over a century (because it was), Sera Salvatore needed a break.

Which was admittedly a little hypocritical considering she herself was a vampire, but she was desperate for an escape from all the drama and chaos that her family - namely her brothers - had brought to Mystic Falls. So she decided to start afresh, again.

After only one year of living back in her hometown, she picked up and went to the furthest most point in the continental United States, which just so happened to land her here. From Georgia, all the way to sunny California. It would be a nice change.

She was fortunate enough that she could pass as quite young whenever she settled in a new place. With the help of makeup, clothing, and a healthy amount of dishonesty she managed to blend into freshman year at Beacon Hills High without anyone even batting an eye.

It was now one year ago today that she had started her first day, which turned out to be a breeze.

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January 3rd, 2010

“You’re humiliating,” I expressed my annoyance flatly as I stood by the door, waiting for my brother to let go of my jacket that he had been straightening before I left the house.

He patted my shoulder with a motherly smile as if he was sending his child off to kindergarten, then took a step back to play the role further.

“Have you got everything?” he asked as he nodded to my bag.

I let out a breathy chuckle. I didn’t hate him as much as I let on… mostly.

“I packed you a blood bag for lunch,” he continued, that smirk of his right at home on his smug face - never a dull moment.

My hand reached for my keys on the side table as I walked backward towards the door, shaking my head to stop my lips from forming a smile of their own. “How thoughtful,” I retorted sarcastically.

But just as I was about to step outside I stopped to say one last thing, “Thanks for helping me move in and all,” my tone was much more genuine than it typically was when speaking to him, but I really was grateful.

Moving across the country would’ve been infinitely harder without his company on the road, and without being able to play the little sister card and sit back while he does the heavy lifting. But… and I would never admit it… but even now, starting a new school was just as scary as it always has been and a part of me liked that I had my big brother there to see me off.

I quickly cut our sappy little chat short with another comment, “But, I expect you to be gone when I get home.” I arched an eyebrow and pointed a finger at him.

He was definitely the fun brother, but with fun comes impulsivity - a trait that must be genetic, and must have skipped my twin - and with impulsivity comes a long string of ‘animal attacks’. And that was exactly the drama in question that I wanted to escape, so I had brought along a surplus of blood bags to hold me until I found a more permanent solution.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I’ll be out within the hour.”

“Okay. I’ll see ya,” I said finally as I stepped outside, hiding from the brisk winter cold in the confines of my leather jacket.

My words were met with another smile and a nod from my brother before he spoke again. “Tell me how it went when you’re home.” The protective mother was back. But this time, it wasn’t just a joke, he was lucky we had no witnesses since he’d hate to ruin his tough-guy persona.

I almost laughed at him again, but I didn’t. As humans me and my brothers were incredibly close, but over time that faded. Me and our other brother never really settled that, but over the past year back in Mystic Falls me and the eldest fell back into old patterns.

“I will,” I gave in with a joking eye-roll. “Bye Damon,” I waved his way.

“Bye Seffie,” he returned, getting a kick out of my suddenly sour face.

Seffie. A nickname he saddled me with at the age of 4 and has stuck with me ever since. But my real name was a mouthful, so I chose to go by Sera - a fact Damon will insist on disregarding for the rest of our eternal lives.

As I walked away my once friendly hand gesture turned into a middle finger as I heard him laugh behind me and shut the door as I made my way to my new school.

~

The moment I stepped foot in the doors I noticed some heads turn, some overheard whispers from passers-by that fuelled my ego just that bit more as I walked up to reception and signed in.

First-period English went smoothly, then it was History which ironically was focused on the confederacy (not me and my siblings' proudest fight). And it was safe to say the teacher was thoroughly impressed with my knowledge on the subject, little did he know I quite literally lived it.

But after class was when my day took a turn.

“1076, 1076,” I repeated under my breath as I went to scour the halls for my new locker, but the break rush made my search all the more difficult with what felt like a million people charging around.

But finally, I seemed to be in luck as I read the numbers to my right; 1080, 1079, 1078, 1077, and…

Crash.

I took a deep breath and a frustrated sigh at the smug-faced, blond jock who had just practically booked it into my side, knocking all of my books out of my hands, and causing me to jump at the deafening sound of them hitting the tile floor. ‘Great,’ I thought satirically. The prick didn’t even bother to look back! Let alone be kind enough to help me pick them back up again.

But someone else did. In fact, two other boys seemed to have played witness and immediately came scrambling up to my side.

“Hey, uh-” the one with darker features and a crooked jawline, giving him a somewhat goofy smile stuttered, stopping after his friend who stood politely next to him not-so-subtly jabbed him in the side with his elbow, causing him to bring a hand to it and shoot his friend a glare.

“What he meant to say was, do you want a hand with that?” The slightly taller friend with the buzzed brown hair asked after his friend's failure to do so.

I could do nothing but laugh slightly at both of their clear excitement and reply with a smile, “I’d love one.”

Picking up books was a simple task that I most definitely could’ve done myself in probably half the time, but nothing compared to watching them both drop to the floor and bat at each other's hands in a frantic competition to ‘help the most.’ My smile grew wider and I brought a hand up to rest on my forehead. This was already a refreshing change since none of the boys back home would have ever done the same.

Soon, they both stood back up in front of me, proud looks on both of their faces as they put the books in my open locker for me.

“Thank you,” I chuckled in response.

“No problem,” the more hyper one added before quickly speaking again at a constant, lightning pace. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he gestured to himself, “and this is my buddy, Scott,” his hand moved over to pat the other boy on the shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, Stiles and Scott,” I nodded back at them, still trying to bite back an amused grin, “I’m Sera.”

“You’re new here right?” Scott spoke again with an innocent look of pure curiosity.

I put my hands together behind my back and rocked on my heels slightly, “Mhm, started this morning,” a somewhat nervous chuckle left my lips, which the one called Stiles seemed to pick up on because he quickly interjected.

“I mean, we’d be happy to show you ‘round if you wanna hang with us,” he offered, a hopeful shrug on his shoulders and a pout on his lips.

“Wouldn’t we, Scott,” he then batted the back of his hand against his friend’s arm, glaring at him to respond.

Scott quickly blinked and nodded rapidly, “Oh, yeah, of course.”

I bit my lip in contemplation, they did seem awfully nice. “I’d love to, but I’ve gotta go to the office quickly, but maybe I’ll catch up with you guys later,” my counter seemed to be accepted without a second thought as I studied their expressions.

When I stepped backward I noticed how they didn’t leave just yet, so I said, “Bye boys, I’ll see you around,” with a small wiggle of my fingers as a wave.

“See you around, Sera,” Stiles repeated as he and Scott both mimicked my step back, his hand raising up to do a little salute before we turned our backs to each other.

I could not help the quiet giggle that escaped my mouth after I was out of their eyeline, but I also could not help but hear what they were saying to each other down the hall.

“Why the fuck did you salute?” Scott whispered, hitting Stiles back in retaliation for earlier.

“I- I don’t know, okay?” Stiles replied slightly panicked.

My smile grew. What idiots.

As for the conversation with the receptionist, it went smoothly with a little help from my immaculate ‘people skills’.

“I’m sorry but we insist on transcripts. And your immunisation records seem to be missing,” the lady said, peering over her glasses as she looked through my files.

My sigh was followed by me leaning forward, looking into her eyes as I watched her pupils dilate - she just had to make this more difficult.

“Please look again, I’m sure you’ll find everything you’re looking for.” A proud smirk laced my lips as she did exactly that, nodding and sending me on my way. Too easy.

During lunch, I did end up joining the boys at their table, taking a seat next to Stiles and definitely not missing the wide-eyed look he gave to Scott, along with his stuttered breath as I leaned over him to reach my pen that had rolled across the table.

The portrayal of vampires in Twilight had always annoyed me due to its incredible inaccuracy, but it was beyond amusing how easy it was for me to read their minds, even without special powers.

~

That day had ended with new numbers in everyone’s phones and Sera scoring a new ride to school and back every day in her new friend’s beaten-up old Jeep (which she thought had enough charm to distract from the deafening sound it made when running).

And from that moment forward, the three were inseparable.

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hope you enjoyed !

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[catmikaelson20]

Alpha yandere klaus mikaelson and omega reader

- Klaus Mikaelson is a possessive and jealous alpha by nature, but when it comes to Y/n, his obsession and devotion rise to dangerous levels. He is willing to do anything to protect her and keep her by his side, even if it means eliminating anyone he perceives as a threat to their relationship.

- Y/n is an independent and cunning omega who isn't easy to manipulate, but when it comes to Klaus, her resistance fades. Klaus has claimed her as his own, and Y/n can't resist his alpha's powerful scent. She feels safe by his side, even as his possession becomes increasingly dangerous.

- Klaus is very protective of Y/n and doesn't like other alphas getting close to her. He marks her frequently and ferociously claims her, making sure everyone knows that she is his possession. Y/n, for her part, is flattered by Klaus's attention, but sometimes feels trapped under his control.

- Y/n's heat is intense and painful, but Klaus takes good care of her during the whole process. He keeps her by his side at all times, making sure she is as comfortable as possible and protecting her from any threat. Klaus feels closer to Y/n during his heat, and his possession intensifies even more.

- Klaus is very possessive and jealous of Y/n, and doesn't like him interacting with other alphas or even other omegas. He wants her to be only his and will not tolerate any threat to their relationship. Y/n feels trapped in his possession, but also likes the sense of security Klaus gives her.

- Klaus is extremely protective of Y/n, often keeping her by his side at all times. He wants to make sure no one hurts her, and he's willing to do anything to protect her. Y/n, for her part, feels pampered and protected by Klaus's attention, but also feels trapped in his power.

- Klaus is a very powerful and domineering alpha, often making decisions on Y/n's behalf without their consent. Although this frustrates her at times, she is also drawn to his strength and determination. Y/n often finds it difficult to resist Klaus's demands and orders, but also feels trapped under his control.

- Klaus is very possessive of Y/n and often takes her to secluded places where they can be alone. He wants to keep her isolated from any threat, but he also wants to keep her to himself.

- Y/n often feels trapped in her isolation, but she also feels safe in Klaus's arms. She knows that he will do anything for her, even if it means taking her away from the outside world.

- Klaus is very possessive of Y/n, even his body. He wants to make sure no one else touches her and often marks her with bites and scratches. Y/n is drawn to the intensity of their markings, but also feels trapped in their possession.

- Klaus often gets mad when Y/n tries to challenge or question him. He wants her to be submissive and obedient, and will not tolerate any challenge to his authority. Y/n often feels trapped in his control, but is also drawn to Klaus's strength and determination.

- Klaus is often jealous of any attention Y/n gets from other alphas. He wants her to be his alone and will not tolerate any threat to his possession.

- Klaus harasses Y/n frequently, making sure she's always there for him. He wants her to be his at all times, and he will not tolerate any rejection.

In short, Klaus Mikaelson is a dangerously possessive and jealous alpha yandere, while Y/n is a cunning and independent omega drawn to his strength and protection. Although she sometimes feels trapped under his control, she also feels safe in Klaus's arms. Their relationship is intense and dangerous, but for them it's everything they've ever wanted.

[cupidmydarling]

Let's talk about Tyler Lockwood. The guy is a TOTAL smash (Ik how that sounds but am I wrong?) and with a little bit of delusion his fanfics could be awesome. I need some x readers. Pretty please if anyone wants to write that ;)

[ladyxskywalker]

A Beautiful Pleasure

Klaus Mikaelson x Werewolf OFC

falling in love happens when least expected, even faster when your dreams seem to have plans of their own

rating: T | word count: 1.5k

a soulmate au for the moon in may challenge 🌙 hosted by @lavenderursa 🌸

prompt - perfume (week one - new moon)

Just before nightfall, when the Summer air is calm, all else seems to fall away. The sky becomes a softened shade of blue, fading with a certain kindness beneath all the clouds. It makes it so that a rose colored glow marries all of the water when the sail boats pass by. Their sounds, as vivid as the ones in your dreams, awakening your mind to something – or rather, someone you’d once seen before.

When your eyes finally close after having been so restless from your days spent running or hiding from yourself, there’s always that certain distance to be found there, throughout every shadow covered corner. There is only a small inkling of light in your slumber, fanning past – waning. Like an overcast morning where your sight tends to squint throughout a mask of fog.

And so, you wander. Slowly, and the slightest bit unsure. Set out upon a path toward nowhere beneath what soon will be a universe of stars. A darkened sort of magic that reveals a silhouette waiting for you amongst the forest shore line – the bayou’s river passing right through where that mysterious figure tends to stand amidst your mind’s eye above it all.

There’s a man forlorn in his stillness, his back turned away from you, so pensive and brooding. An enigma who from what you’ve been sensing, has been holding onto centuries worth of demons made all his own. His hands, all the while, wound tight inside his jacket’s pockets, as if he couldn’t make sense of what to do with them there at all.

should I call out to him?

You wonder.

But you don’t – silently hoping for this vision to become more clear so that perhaps you might not have to.

Is he someone I know?

and why does this endless stream of water glisten here so peacefully? despite all that I sense here that he might feel?

how is it then, that this gentleman always seems so lost, when it is me who has longed forever to be found?

For a single moment, you had wished that he’d been real.

And in those vivid dreams, amongst every uncertain eclipse he had been.

Atleast…

That’s what you’d like to believe...

Every night when looking up towards all the cloud cover, hoping for the rising of a new moon to come, you had yearned for him. Even through the pain and struggle of when you turned. Your emotions felt completely heightened and deepened by an immortal heart unseen. An unexplained, possible manifestation that you hadn’t realized you’d been conjuring up for yourself for far too long.

And maybe that’s all that it was – a pure and senseless bit of imagining.

Hanging onto each cycle of the moon, until it was time to transform yet again, and you’d wake up shrouded by your tattered clothes in a mess of dirt and brush, entirely unable to forget all about whoever this person was...

That is until you’d gone to the cobblestone square one evening just to paint – to look upon the fountain at the city’s center as though it had been the only thing to fill your heart’s most precious cup.

The one thing that spoke to you – the falling water, and how it traced every stitch of your memory with the trickling of its sound; a song left adrift just as much as you’d been meandering all alone in your thoughts...

A quiet artist who’d sought emotional release in a blank canvas, finding it easiest just to settle on one color in particular. Cool and steady strokes evoking all hope to be found inside a visual story of depth and shadow, forever told by way of sight and fingertips.

Depictions of possibilities perhaps you had been missing in the time you’d be focusing on the thoughts entwined by strangers.

…

“Ah, prussian blue, one of my favorites…”

Beside you there is an elegant whisper to be felt – a gentleman, sharply dressed, yet somehow casually timeless, who sits down with his own work to fold into, interpreting all of his surroundings in ways that speak to having intricately spent time with all of them there once before.

He’s gleaming with a sense of arrogance and an overall insufferable kind of certainty. A prominent, modern day renaissance man who knows exactly what he’s doing. Incredibly handsome with a subtle grin to be shared only in the quiet to be had amongst yourselves. Waves of light hair to accentuate the features you secretly wish for in those seconds to spend an irrational amount of time with. And now you’ve begun to fully understand what your confusing dreams had been about…

The act of stumbling upon someone in the daylight who just might have taken all your breath away…

An accent and capable lilt to his speech that has you hanging onto every word, no matter how simply put the sentiment…

And you wonder then whether or not you should keep talking to him.

…

He notices how you’ve been looking – far too strange, and excited; curious even, as if you’d been caught up all the while in your staring. Smiling lovingly as if you’d known him in many passing lifetimes there before. A slip of amused laughter, and a shake of your head in disbelief, sifting through secrets you only wish to tell, had you been yourself.

But it’s those deep shades of alizarin crimson that have you all but forgetting who and where you are, watching him as he begins dampening the tips of all his brushes once he’s started on a picture just waiting to unfold. A handsome grin written across his face, as though he just couldn’t quite keep it all to himself.

If his eyes hadn’t been so startling and breathtaking in those passing moments, you probably would have let something slip by now.

And so he breaks the weightlessness of which you feel with the trailing off of something else.

A good kind of different to make up for the wordless shift you’d been taking on all by yourself...

But not anymore.

“...a remarkable pigment used by…”

“Van Gogh. Starry Night – I know.”

You smile, playfully, hoping that there’s the slightest chance he’s caught on to your hint of flirting. That when he gives it to you right back, you aren’t worried anymore about the possibility of ever having been rude.

“Apologies. Perhaps I’ve forgotten that there are other people in this city that do in fact appreciate fine art.”

Looking down upon his palette, your stranger for the time being begins to swirl his brush around in a mason glass jar of water, grinning once more – relaxed, and revealing nothing; intrigued.

“Mm. What is that?”

"I'm sorry?”

“Something truly divine…that scent. Can you place it?”

Honing in on the softened breeze that passes by so freely, your senses seem to cloud what’s left of all your better judgment. Sensing the inner lady wolf inside yourself, and letting her take over.

“Hm. Citrus, Spice…an intense hint of Lavender?”

He shakes his head, setting down his brushes. Shifting against the small table in front of him that’s been housing all of his pleasantries and wildly drawn marks.

“Magnolia. Jasmine, then…Lotus flower.”

Looking toward him then, it feels as though there is a powerful pull between you; his eyes, alight all at once with a mysterious and youthful sense of wonder, changing incredibly from a piercing tint of blue toward a brightened, honeyed gold.

A glimpse of something you’d only ever heard about in tales told along the river when you were little…

Woven stories kept safest with many generations of your elders.

soul bonds.

twin flames.

wolves meant for one another who’d been separated by ages of anguish and millennia…

had your sight just done the very same? had he known?

“I am wearing perfume, but usually it’s very subtle. I’m surprised you’ve picked up on all of its underlying notes…I’m rarely one to be seen as something other than invisible.”

“You are far from that, sweetheart.”

And then, there’s a pause to be had where you’d both left your forgotten artwork.

darling, bashful girl…

“You’re kind…”

“Doubtful. Some might even say otherwise…”

“Really?”

“Care to find out?”

The gentleman stands, offering his hand to you – cheeky, though welcome and completely old fashioned. A sudden glimmer of blind faith to set you both free from the torment of small talk. Discussing fragrances as if all of that had been normal.

he can’t be human.

another wolf, perhaps?

an ancient alpha?

or something else?

Nodding in the closing space between you, your hand settles down into a perfect fit inside his own, smooth to the touch, and somehow entirely unbreakable.

You want to know what it feels like to breathe again, but this impenetrable feeling bearing down upon your chest right now seems so overwhelming – both too much, and not enough at the same time.

It’s him.

the man by the glistening dream river.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself…”

It’s her.

the young woman I somehow could not bring myself to turn around for…

“Klaus. Perhaps you’ve heard of me, Little Wolf …”

he knows…

“Such a beautiful pleasure.”

…💞

a/n – thanks so much for reading 💫 this is my first piece of writing that i’m posting since nov. been on hiatus for a while. felt the spark ! hope you do too. all the love always xo

[kyrishine]

Chapter One: Strange Encounters

Klaus could hear your accelerated heartbeat dance to the sound of the beat of the music you played in your headphones. Rain soaking your clothes and body, and from the look of it, you loved it. The rain caressed every inch of your body shrinking the curls on your head as they followed the swaying movements of your head.

A part of him envied you in that moment. The freedom that you seemed to possess, like you have finally conquered the demons that plagued you. He almost forgot what attracted to you in this moment. It was only raining on you; the rain was following you as you danced around the tress.

It was actually quite sunny, the forecast reading ninety degrees on this November day. Suddenly the rain stopped, and you paused causing the hybrid to become defensive. His mind raced at the thought of how this interaction was about to unfold. The strength of your magic exuded from you like an overfilling cup in the sink.

" You're the Hybrid." You turned around finally facing the man that has been watching you. He was quite handsome, something that was left out of the horror tales of the infamous Klaus Mikaelson. His short blonde hair curled so perfectly on his head, and neatly groomed stubble.

Heat fills your cheeks, wishing to anyone that'll listen that he doesn't hear your heart skip a beat at the sight of him. The smirk on his slightly full pink lips lets you know that anyone who's granting wishes is on holiday.

" You're the Elemental." he responds, walking towards you maintaining eye contact that you refuse to break. The closer he gets the more your eyes hold him captive. Your eyes a rich brown that has golden undertones. He could hear your heart beating as if it was trying to leave its own body, but you maintained your gaze.

" How did you find me?" The question managed to leave the chambers of your mind. He was right in front of you, his blue eyes searching your face for any motive, but at last, all he found was confusion with a pinch of fear.

He leaned close to your ear, his stubble barely grazing your cheeks as he whispers in a tone that sends shivers down your spine.

" Magic."

Your eyes shoot open as you try to catch your breath. The white tank top clings to your waist, beads of sweats racing down your body. Removing the covers, you step out of bed reassured by the familiar feeling of the wood against your bare feet.

That was no dream, that was for sure. Klaus likes the fear of his victims, he likes the chase, the thrill, and the feast. You try to recall what happened in the dream but as the seconds pass your mind lets go of every detail of the vivid interaction. Leaving only one thought.

Klaus Mikaelson knows where you are

[theyoungoneed]

The Brave Barista Part 1

(Klaus Mikaelson x Reader)

Summary: Carina Newman just moved to New Orleans not long ago from New York. While at work working as a barista she meets the infamous hybrid Klaus Mikaelson whom invites her to a family event at the Mikaelson compound. Things take a turn and Carina's courage is tested.

Word Count: 2,638

Warnings: blood, killing

A/N: inspired by Klamille and how Klaus called Cami the brave bartender, only this time I got the idea of the brave barista.

Carina Newman brewed what must have been her one-hundredth cup of coffee of the day (or of that day). Moving to New Orleans only a few weeks ago, she happened to work at the busiest corner cafe on Frenchmen Street. She loved the rush and chaos of it all, although at times it was overwhelming. In fifteen minutes her shift would be over and Carina can finally take a breath. Finishing taking an order from a table outside, a certain man catches her attention. That’s a new face she thought. Carina saw numerous people a day, some were regulars, others only stopping by, but something about this man was mysterious. He sat leaning back in his chair at the last table under the shade of an umbrella. 

Black sunglasses covered his eyes as his index finger tapped on the menu. Carina nervously made her way toward his table. 

“Hi, what can I get for you today sir?” The man slowly looked up at her, removing his sunglasses. 

“Hello love,” he said in a British accent, grinning with gleaming dark-blue green eyes which stared into the soul. They were like hooks digging deep, enchanting, hypnotizing, intriguing, wanting to know more. Strands of his dark blonde hair swayed in the wind. Carina now had a closer look at the man, she absolutely thought he was attractive. Little did she know, she had been staring at him for a good ten seconds until she was brought back to reality when she realized he was speaking to her. 

“I’m sorry,” she cleared her throat, “what did- what did you order?” The man chuckles to himself looking down at the ground. 

“It’s alright love, I tend to have that sort of effect on people, being charming and taking their breath away, “ he said in a cocky tone of voice grinning alluringly. Carina gives out a nervous laugh trying to hide her flushed face and a nervous habit of fidgeting with her pen when taking orders. 

“I’ll have a cup of your finest hot coffee with one cream and no sugar.” 

“One cream and no sugar, coming right up.” She smiled as she turned around going back inside. Carina was burning hot with embarrassment. She allowed herself to take a few deep breaths behind the counter before making his coffee. Who was he? She felt as if she was being put in a trance. His confident demeanor made her heart skip a beat and create butterflies in her stomach. Carina anxiously prepared his order hoping to not mess anything up. She even added a cheesy touch of her signature latte art heart. Carefully, without spilling, she brought his cup of coffee and placed it before him. 

“Thank you, love.” He seemed satisfied with the heart. 

‘Enjoy,” she tells him. Right as she was about to leave the man stops her. 

“You’re not from around here, are you?” 

“No-I um just moved here two weeks ago from New York.” 

“What brings you to New Orleans?” He studied her slowly moving his eyes to the nametag on her shirt. “Carina,” he points out. 

“Just Cari is fine,” she tells him. “To answer your question, I moved here to get away from complicated family drama.” 

“Now that we have something in common,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee. Carina lets out a heavy sigh. 

“Family. You can’t live with them, you can’t live without them, am I right?”

“I couldn’t agree more, love.” Every time he said the word “love” Carina would get shivers down her spine. Anxiously she played with her fingers trying to buy time until her shift was over and make small talk. 

“So, have you been here long or-” He lets out a sharp chuckle as if the question was some sort of inside joke. 

“I used to live here a long time ago with my family. It feels as if a hundred years have gone by, but now we recently moved back.” He traced the rim of the cup with his finger and displayed a wide cheeky grin. Carina noticed he was finished with his coffee. 

“I can get you another one if you want,” she said, grabbing the empty cup. 

“No, that’s alright love,” he replied getting up from his chair. He was taller than I expected, she thought. Intimidating even. “Carina?” he asked. “My family is throwing a ball tonight and I was wondering if you would like to attend?” Carina hesitates. She only just met this mysterious man, let alone doesn’t even know his name. 

“I- I don’t know. I don’t even know your name.”

“Pardon me, love, where are my manners? Klaus Mikaelson.” That’s a name, she thought. 

“Klaus,” she said. “That’s an old name. “ He chuckles at her remark.

“Here,” he reaches into his inside jacket pocket and hands her a white envelope. 

“This is the invitation. The address is on the back. I hope to see you, Carina.” His side smile made her blush. Carina looked down at the white envelope and opened the invitation which read: PLEASE JOIN THE Mikaelson Family THIS EVENING AT SEVEN O’ CLOCK FOR DANCING, COCKTAILS, AND CELEBRATION. Before Carina had a chance to say anything else, she looked up and he was gone.

The dress hugged her body, the off-white fabric laid against her beautiful pale skin. Her light brown hair was in wavy curls, cascading down her shoulders. After touching up her makeup and applying some lip gloss, Carina was ready to leave. She took a taxi to the address on the invitation. During the ride, Carina’s stomach was in knots. She had no family here, no friends, how can she trust a stranger she has only met a few hours ago? The location of the ball was at the Abattoir in the French Quarter. It was a very large house dating back to the 17th century. 

The light brown bricks shone under the setting sun. Two floors of the house contained porches that stretched around the building. Carina got out of the taxi, her white heels clicking behind her. Flocks of people started entering the building with shining gowns, fancy suits, and masquerade masks. The place was grand. Bright blue lights flashed all around, glitter fluttered down from above, with acrobats hanging from the ceiling on pieces of cloth. Fire breathers and tall towers of flowing champagne were everywhere. 

Carina scoured the room for Klaus. Her eyes gazed through the crowd, wandering, searching. Suddenly she feels a presence behind her. 

“Carina,” said a voice. She turned around and their eyes met. His black suit and dark blue tie fit him nicely. “Thank you for coming, you look beautiful.” Carina blushed at the compliment. 

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Carina admired the place. “Wow I can’t believe you live here, it’s beautiful.” 

“It has been in the family for centuries. 

“Really? I didn’t know you were royalty,” she teased. 

“Would you care for a dance, love? A King needs his queen.” Carina bit up her lip. 

“I’d love one,” she replied. He gently took her by the hand and guided her onto the dancefloor. His fingers brushed the side of her waist before placing his hand on the small of her back. They held each other’s hands as they swayed slowly from side to side. Carina softly placed her hand on his shoulder. Their cheeks were almost touching. The two of them took in the moment not saying a word, letting the music sweep them away. Carina’s heart was pounding out of her chest as they danced. She tried to control her breathing but the presence of him being so close to her made it impossible. 

“Are you alright, love?” He looked at her with deep concern. 

“Yes, I’m just a little bit nervous, that’s all.” 

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. You’re with me,” he tells her, smiling.  His facial expression was alluring. Klaus gazed into her eyes as he cupped her cheeks in his hands, leaning closer. 

“You are alright,” he stated. “There is nothing to fear.” His shrunk and dilated as they stared into Carine’s eyes intensively. Slowly, he removed his hands from her cheeks. 

“Now love, how are you feeling?”

“I am alright and there is nothing I should fear,” she replied. Confused, Carina broke away from his stare blinking rapidly. It felt as if she had been hypnotized. She didn’t know how or why but she knew she no longer felt nervous. 

“Wow,” Carina said surprisingly. “I don’t feel nervous anymore. How did you?-

“He compelled you, darling,” said a woman in a tight shimmering black dress with blonde hair. Carina gave her a quizzical look. 

“He what?”

“Oh come on brother. You know better than to compel your date.” Brother? Carina turned to Klaus. 

“What is she talking about?” 

“No need to worry about that, love,” Klaus told her. “Carina, meet my lovely annoying sister Rebekah. Rebekah, Carina.” 

“Charmed,” she said, faking a smile. Suddenly a man approaches us bringing Klaus into a big embrace.

“Klaus Mikaelson!” 

“Marcel, fancy seeing you here.” The man puts his hands on Klaus’s shoulders. “Let’s get you a drink. I have a lot of important things to tell you.” Klaus quickly glances at Carina and then back at the man. 

“Marcel, this is Carina.” The man turned around to face her. 

“Pleasure to meet you. Me and Klaus go way back.”  The two made small talk until Marcel slowly whispered something into Klaus’s ear which made his jaw tighten. Carina couldn’t help but notice the grave expression on his face. 

“Rebekah, would you be so kind and take Carina to get something to drink while I have a little chat with Marcel?” 

“Why do I have to?” she whined. 

“Go or I’ll compel you, little sister.” That word again. Before Carina had time to process, she was staring deep into Klaus’s eyes. 

“You will go with my sister and have a drink. Forget everything you heard her say. I will find you shortly.” Next thing she knew she was at the bar staring at a full shot of glass of vodka. Carina watched as Rebekah drowned down a shot, slamming it on the bar counter. 

“Your turn.” Deep down Carina didn’t want to drink, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she had to. The alcohol burned her throat as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“So, is Klaus your only brother?” 

“No, I have three other older brothers, but they’re not here tonight,” she says, taking a sip of champagne. 

“How come?” 

“Family squabbles tend to push them away,” she tells her. It was obvious to Carina that Rebekah did not want to engage in any sort of conversation with her. Although, there was something Carina was curious to get off her chest. 

“Earlier, I couldn’t help but overhear the word compel being thrown around-”

“Listen sweetheart. You seem like a nice girl, but I would rather be anywhere else than be sharing a drink with you. Oh, and by the way,” she continued, “stay away from Klaus. He is not who he thinks he is and frankly, you do not want to stick around and find out. Cheers.’” she said walking away leaving Carina all by herself. At this point, she wanted to leave the party alltogether, until she felt a gentle touch at the small of her back. 

“Are you alright, love?” Klaus asked, holding two champagne glasses. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. 

“It seems like you need a drink,” he tells her, handing her a glass of champagne. 

“I think I’m going to need more than that,” she chuckles. “Thank you.” Klaus watched as she drowned down her champagne, clearly seeing she was agitated. 

“Don’t mind my sister Rebekah she can be-” 

“A bitch,” Carina interrupted. Klaus laughs at her response. 

“But in all seriousness, you shouldn’t let her get to you.” 

“Duly noted.” They stare into each other’s eyes before Carina broke eye contact. 

“She got all mad because I mentioned the word compel and I don’t even know-

“Listen, there are some things that are hard to explain-” 

“What is hard to explain? What’s going on here? It’s like part of me feels like I am in some sort of hypnosis doing things I don’t want to do but for some weird reason have to.”

“Carina listen-”

“No, you listen.” Carina became furious. “Who are you? Your sister told me you are not who you really are and that I should stay away from you.” 

“Do you want to know who I am? I am a man damaged by his demons. I don’t want to be controlled by them. I admit that I may not be the one for you because of it. Yes, there are things you do not know about me but it is best for your protection that you do not know.”

“Protection? Protection from what?”  His mouth slightly opened but his eyes moved in a different direction to something in the distance. 

“Get behind me,” he said, grabbing Carina by the arm. “Stay close to me.” All of a sudden a group of people in nice tailored suits entered the party. Without hesitation, a woman with long black hair quickly grabs the closest person in the crowd. Opens her mouth revealing sharp fangs, and bites their neck. Chaos unfolds, screams break out, and everyone is scattering to get out. Klaus takes Carina by the arm and with great speed sprints with her behind a wall, hiding. How did we get here so fast? Am I that drunk? Carina watched in horror as more people were being attacked and blood spilled on the floor. Carina thought she must be imagining all this. Come on wake up, she told herself. 

“Who are they?”

“Werewolves.” Klaus looked back at her and smiled. 

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me, love.” 

“Werewolves?” Carina starts laughing hysterically. “This is a joke right?” 

“No, love werewolves are very much real, and so are vampires,” he tells her. “Stay here.” Klaus ran in a flash towards one of the attackers snapping their neck. Carina watched him with great force, threw them across the room, and ripped out their hearts. I must be going crazy, she thought. She hid deeper behind the wall shaking. Forget who he was, what was he? Carina didn’t know if she should run or wait for Klaus to return. As she peeked behind the wall the odds were not in Klaus’s favor. Blood ran down his face and he had taken a large gash on his side. Not only was he being cornered by ten or more werewolves but so were Rebekah and his friend Marcel. 

Carina felt a rush of adrenaline through her veins as she noticed a broken pipe laying on the ground. Quickly, she picked up the pipe and with all her might, as crazy as she thought this whole thing was, she ran towards the werewolf about to attack Klaus, and plunges the pipe into their back. The werewolf flopped on the floor. Carina gasped out of breath. With the werewolf dead, that gave Klaus an advantage. One by one the werewolves dropped dead. All of a sudden a werewolf runs up behind Carina although her fast reflexes made the werewolf only scratch her arm. She winced in pain. 

The werewolf continued running towards Klaus but Carina was faster. She got in front of the werewolf and plunged the pipe into his heart. The werewolf fell to his knees gagging blood, yet with one quick move Klaus ripped its heart out and it was over. Blood trickled down Carina’s arm. The dead werewolf’s heart was still beating in Klaus’s hands. They looked up at each other out of breath. A smile crept on Klaus’s face. 

“The brave barista.”

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The Original Vampire Hunter

Pairing: Mikael mikaelson x reader

Prompt: Nicotine by panic at the Disco

Summary: y/n was a were wolf hunter and she ran into the original vampire hunter she had been secretly in love for centuries

I was drenched in wolf blood and gripping my blade extremely tight. For centuries I had been Fighting vampires and were-wolves. Ironically I was trying so hard to impress a vampire I could always feel watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. Since he started running into me all those years ago I've lost control and I don't want it back. I first met him in the 1200’s when he killed my fiance who i didn't know was a vampire. I got turned by my fiance’s dad and at the time it was like I'm going numb, I've been hijacked. Now It's a fucking drag I have to run from the Mikaelson family and try not to be distracted by the destroyer. 

Things changed when Mikael approached me to help him take down a werewolf pack. Our cover was a fancy couple and I had to kiss him which was a mistake. Now I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine. I became wanted by all the surrounding wolf packs and have been laying low.

"How's your head ache my little hunter?" Mikael asked leaning over to see how I was doing. He had no idea of my feelings or the fact that my 'head ache' was a hang over to drink my feelings away.

"I'm fine. I didn't say anything to you last night right?"

"You said many thing's my dear. they strangest was It's better to burn, than to fade away It's better to leave than to be replaced. I find its worse to burn I haven't figured out the leave and replaced." He said and I looked at him and sat up.

"I was drowning out my emotions. Fear, caring and weakness. I know you're a fan of drawing the last one Mr. surprised goddamn attack at 2 fucking AM." I said, "your sprained my wrist that time."

"news to me my dear. I would have helped you heal it had you told me." he said and I laughed as I got up to put some distance between us, " something else you said was that you have a thing for a sexy Norwegian vampire then almost fell out the window. So what Norwegian vampire do you know other than me?"

"Fuck." I said and froze, "um? I'm not discussing this with you."

"why not?"

"Cause you're worse than the devil and the devil doesn't get my thoughts." I said rambling and Mikael pinned me to the wall. My breath caught in my throat.

"That's what I thought. It is me isn't. why didn't you tell me?"

"Cause you could never love me back so I should Cut every tie I have to you." I said and mikael kissed me.

[buckybarnesb-tch]

The Wolf in My Head -Klaus M.

(Harry Potter Cross-Over)

Warning: Smut and Primal Play (Chasing)

Word Count: 6.8k

Summary: After the war, the battle at Hogwarts, the hunting Horcrux's and watching people she considered friends die, Y/n was ready to find a little peace in her life. She moves to America after some...advice...from a Professor, where she meets her mate, after a little bump in the road known as Damon Salvatore. What happens when Y/n gets a visit from someone she never thought would get out of Azkaban? Can her mate save her?

"This is getting ridiculous Damon, I'm your girlfriend! The least you can do is talk to me!" I shouted at him in the middle of his living room.

"I've been trying to save Elena, like I have to go do right now, Klaus has her and is using her in his ritual!"

"Then tell me that, talk to me, don't ignore my calls for a week and pretend I don't exist! You think I would have a problem with you helping Elena?"

"Yes!" I could see him getting more and more angry but it was like I couldn't stop yelling at him, he's been ignoring me for a week, and now it's as if we're not even together anymore. We were closer than anything since he first moved to town and now it's like it's all over. I had half a mind to hex him into next week. I was a witch, though he wouldn't know that, I never trusted him enough to tell him, thank god I didn't, and even though around here being a witch is common, not a wand wielding one who attended Hogwarts for 7 years. I had just come back from my last year and the war when I met Damon, and fell in love with him, or at least, I thought I did.

"Why? Why would that bother me? She's my friend!"

"Because I'm In Love With Her!" He yelled and we both froze.

"You...You love her?"

"Y/n, wait-"

"Elena? Your brothers girlfriend? So what? You used me? I was just some fuck until you could be with her?" He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to, I knew the answer when I looked into his eyes. I turned away from him before taking off out the door into the woods. I was going to run back home, but somewhere in my downpour of tears, I lost where I was and just ended up sitting down. Probably not the smartest thing to do in the middle of the night on a full moon, but I honestly didn't care anymore.  After everything that had happened in my life, I really thought it was going to get better...being friends with The Chosen One wasn't easy, a new fight for our lives every year, but with Harry, Ron and Hermione, I never minded.  Once the war was over, I ended up sitting with Professor Trelawney who had been injured, I had just brought her something to eat when she went rigid.  'He will find you.'  If that being the first thing out of her mouth didn't scare me to high hell I didn't know what would. 'After centuries of searching, centuries of pain, he will find his love in you.  You will be the reason his cold, undead heart beats again.' Her voice was distorted, almost growling but not completely which made her choke when she finally stopped, looking at me confused.  'I'm sorry dear girl, have you been speaking?'  I left after that, moving to America, needing an change and knowing it's where most vampires chose to reside, my friends supporting me completely and agreeing that ‘centuries’ had to mean a vampire. She gave me hope back in an aspect of my life I thought was never possible, thinking I was going to die fighting death eaters one day made a love life through the last few years seem pointless, but she gave me hope, even if he was a vampire as it seemed...I should have known she was wrong,she always was...right?

I don't know how long I sat there and cried, a few minutes, or hours, I couldn't even tell, but at some point I found myself falling asleep against a tree, just as I was drifting off I heard a voice that snapped me awake again. "Niklaus! Stop! Y/n? Is that you child?" I looked up to see Elijah standing above me, before locking eyes with a wolf flanking him. He made this adorable whining sound when he looked at me and before I knew it he was covering my face with sloppy wet kisses.

"Hey, hey! Dog slobber! Stop!" I laughed and he whined, laying on my lap, looking up at me.

"That's...strange." Elijah spoke and I was confused but shrugged it off, trying to get up, before I quickly realized this wolf wasn't going to move.

"Help?"

"Niklaus, let the lady up. What are you doing out here? It's not safe at night, you should go inside."  He instructed as Klaus huffed, standing up and making sure not to step on my legs, sitting beside me, breathing hot dog breath on my face instead.

"I would, but I'm kind of-" I cut myself off as I looked up and saw my house right through a few trees. "That's my house...I got lost outside my house...I am the definition of pathetic." I sighed before walking off, only to be followed by wolf!Klaus. "What is he doing?"

"Following you. I believe my brother has imprinted on you. It's something he was incapable of doing until tonight. Basically you're his-"

"Mate." I cut him off, stunned. "Now's not a great time for this okay, so take him, and get back to whatever you were doing before. I broke up with my boyfriend like 2 hours ago, I don't need a mate right now." I heard a loud whine from beside me but ignored it. "Besides, he's a wolf right now, he won't remember this later right? Just don't tell him, I'll make sure he never sees me again." I didn't give Elijah the chance to respond before I walked through my back yard, into my house and collapsed in bed as soon as I entered my room.

The next day I found myself curled up under a blanket on my couch, watching old movies and eating ice cream. I had been doing this since I woke up. Somewhere around noon, as I was getting a new tub of ice cream, and refilling my soda I heard my door bell and walked to the front door. I opened it to find a bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped box of chocolate on my porch. I was about to toss them away, assuming they were from Damon before reading the note. 'I could never forget you. My love is forever yours. -NM'

NM? Oh my god. How could Klaus have remembered last night? I thought werewolves never did! Maybe him being a hybrid made it different...damn.

I grabbed a vase and my wand before putting the roses into it. "Aguamenti." I said, filling the vase slightly and placing the flowers on my living room table, before going back to my movie. I decided half way through my movie I probably needed actual food at some point today, so I through on an outfit and walked over to the grill, ignoring the Daily Prophet sitting on my table reading 'Escaped Death Eaters Found Hiding in America'. Maybe if I had read it, it would have saved me a lot of problems. I ordered quickly to go and sat at the bar drinking, waiting for it, rolling my eyes as I heard someone sit beside me a few moments later. "I'm not in the mood." I hissed.

"Sorry love, just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Klaus." I looked up from my drink quickly, looking into the face of the hybrid himself.

"Damn, why do you have to be attractive?" I groaned, dropping my head on the bar and he chuckled, rubbing my back.

"I'm pleased you like what you see love."

"What do you want from me? Huh? 'Cause frankly, I'm getting tired of guys pretending to be in love with me, so whatever you want, get it over with."

He looked stunned, and slightly hurt at my words. "I don't want anything more or less than you Y/n, and I will wait as long as I have to. You are my imprint, my mate, and I truly do love you, but if you tell me who hurt you I would be more than happy to kill them." I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me as he said this, I then grabbed my food and began walking out. "Are you planning on pretending nothing happened?"

"Yep." I said, yet he continued following me.

"I will live in agony every day, a werewolf without his mate may as well be dead." My mind froze upon hearing this, seeing faces in my mind, flashing back to a time I would rather not relive...the war...the moment I killed Fenrir Greyback's mate...the moment I killed Lavender Brown...I could still hear his horror filled screaming in my dreams, but he had turned her and convinced her to join Voldemort, she came at me...what else could I do?

"I know...I really do, but trust me when I say that's so much better than being mated to me." And I truly believed it was.

"No, I don't believe you, stop walking!" He demanded and I listened, hating myself and the pull he had over me. "So this isn't about you being mated to me, this is about you having terrible self-esteem?" I glared venomously at him, before turning and continuing up my street and onto my porch. "That came out wrong, but still! There's nothing wrong with you love, please listen to me?" I then found myself spun around and a pair of soft lips against my own. I dropped the bag I was holding in order to wrap my arms around his neck, feeling my hips meet his as he held my waist to him tightly. I was in the middle of the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced, but unfortunately...I need air. I pulled away, breathing deeply, smiling as he nuzzled his face into my neck. "Please don't give this up?" He pleaded and I sighed, kissing him again.

"Fine, if not just because that was the best kiss I've ever had in my life." I laughed, watching his face light up.

"Come on, I'm taking you to dinner." I rolled my eyes, inviting him in and getting ready for a date with my...mate...wow, that's weird to say. He took me to a cute little diner and we spent the evening getting to know each other. "I want to thank you for giving me a chance, but im confused as to why you didnt want to. I assumed it was because of who I am but that’s not it, so why? Don't you feel the mating pull too?" I nodded and I honestly did, my chest had felt tight since I left him and Elijah the night before but since seeing him again it had stopped, not only that but every time he smiled at me my heart fluttered. "Then why did you want to deny this?  It's clear from how you speak that the problem isnt me...why do you think you don't deserve to be loved?" He saw right through me and I cursed the mating bond for that.

"Its kind of a long story...you need to understand I'm trusting you with my biggest secret." He nodded, leaning forward slightly as I pulled my wand from my boot and his eyes went wide.

"Youre a wand wielder?! That was completely unexpected. Though it doesnt answer my question." I shrugged.

"You heard about the recent war in the wizarding world?" He shook his head, it's shocking that people can be completely ignorant of it. "A dark lord rose to power many years ago and was killed by a baby. A boy named Harry Potter. He murdered Harrys parents when he was 1 because of a prophesy saying Harry would kill him basically. His mother saved him, sacraficed herself, and in that moment when Voldemort tried to kill him the curse rebounded, killing Voldemort. Though he had a safety net. He created Horcruxs." I smiled at the look on my mates face when he didnt understand. He paid, despite my insistence to pay for myself and walked from the restaurant holding my hand before getting into his car. "A Horcrux is an object in which one conceals a part of their soul, making them unable to die. Voldemort had 7. Its a truly horrible, dark form of magic, but thats how he came back. One of his servants, they were called Death Eaters, brought him back and he tried taking control of our world. Harry stopped him. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I searched for months, tracking the Horcruxs, before destroying him. He died at our school, where the final battle took place, it was a blood bath, so many dead, and for what? Just because some crazy man wanted to rule the world..." At this point Klaus had driven me home and was helping me from the car but he never once stopped listening to me. "Ive done some truely horrible things, and I dont deserve a mate Klaus. You deserve someone so much better."

"What did you do thats worse than all the things I've done." I cringed, feeling as if someone was squeezing my heart as I thought about someone killing Klaus and leaving me alive. We haven't known each other a day and I already feel like this. No one deserves this...not even someone like Fenrir Greyback. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him tightly to my body.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Y/n, I-"

"Not right now okay? Im not able to talk about it yet. Please respect that?" He nodded, pulling back from the hug and making me look at him.

"Of course, I won’t ask again, as long as you promise to give us a chance." I knew I couldn’t say no to him, no matter how hard I tried to.

"Okay...you'll just have to put up with my moments of self doubt." I agreed, making the biggest smile appear on his face.

"I love everything about you, and nothing will ever change that." God, I hope thats true.

Nik and I spent nearly everyday together now that I agreed to give him a chance. He went away periodically, changing his hybrids now that I helped him fix the problem with them, figuring out how to make it so he no longer needed Elena's blood, and I found myself feeling more and more lonely each time he was gone, the bond growing the more time we spent together.

I was currently in my kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of us, knowing he would be back any minute, when there was a knock on the door. I was confused as he never knocks, but I put the knife down as I walked to the door. "Did you forget your key again babe? I keep telling you to-" I was cut off by a fist in my nose just as the door swung open. I opened one eye as I tried to get up from the floor, seeing my worst nightmare staring me in the face. "Greyback..."

"Witch. Lovely to see you again. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time." He growled, casting a spell and covering me in chains, making me unable to reach for my wand. "Today is the day I will finally have my revenge, but I promise not to do this too quickly, we want it to hurt now don't we?" I shook my head as he walked passed me and into the kitchen, coming back with my knife. "A year I've been without her. A year of constant torture and agony. You deserve so much worse than I can give you, but i will try none the less." I hissed as the blade dug into my collarbone, sliding all the way down to just above my nipple, making him laugh as the blood began soaking my shirt, before sliding it across my cheek next.

"The Lavender I knew would have rather been dead than be what you made her!"  I knew it was true, and I think on some level so did he as he snarled, pulling my hair back and sinking his fangs into the back of my neck where it quickly began burning much stronger than any of the cuts on my body.  He brought the knife back to my skin next and this went on for a few moments, another cut on my stomach, across my hips and one down my left thigh before anything happened. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye as my boyfriend arrived at the still fully open front door, staring for a moment before punching the wolf in the back of the head, knocking him out. He was about to finish him off before I spoke.

"Nik! Get these off of me! Hurry!" I insisted, trying to ignore the pain in my neck and he broke the chains before biting into his hand and giving me his blood. I felt the gashes in my skin close quickly, even the bite, though it still burned slightly before I jumped up, grabbing my wand and pushing him to the door.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"To call the aurors, to send him back to prison."

"Why dont you just let me kill him?"

"Because he's an Azkaban prisoner, and I have to follow wizarding laws, which means sending him back." I was about to cast a patronus when i felt a curse him me full force in the chest, knocking me backwards.

"I wont go back to Azkaban. The only reason I'm still alive is so that I can kill you Witch, then I will slip into peaceful oblivion and join my mate once again."

"I get wanting to be with your mate, but thats no reason to try and take mine with you!" Klaus growled at him as I sat up from the grass. Fenrir stared at him, stunned, before looking back at me and laughing out loud.

"She’s your mate? My condolences. It must be terrible having to live with a mate who gets her jollys murdering others mates!" I stood, feeling Klaus' eyes on me.

"What is he talking about?"

"You didn’t tell him?" Fenrir cackled. "She killed my Lavender, murdered her right in front of me and didnt even have the decency to kill me aswell."

"If you remember, I tried to, you ran off." He snarled, pointing his wand at me but I disarmed him quickly.

"You killed his mate?" Klaus was looking at me as if he couldnt believe what he was hearing.

"It wasnt as straight forward as that, but I did tell you I wouldnt make a good mate. You are right though, I should have made sure to kill you after killing your mate. Avada Kadavra!" I exclaimed, watching him fall to the ground as a green light hit him. I then spelled his body away knowing someone somewhere would find it and alert the aurors, but it wasn't about to be me. I then picked up the long silver lined wand he had left behind and tucked it into my boot along with mine until I could put it in my trunk.

"Can you explain what the fuck is happening now?" I sighed, nodding, feeling myself lifted before being carried upstairs. I washed the blood off of myself quickly in the shower, taking special care of the bite which had healed as much as it was going to and left a scab to scar over, which was something not even Nik's blood can heal, before changing and going back downstairs. "Talk to me love."

"She was my friend." He looked at me confused. "His mate. Lavender. She was sweet, and loving, and naive. She didnt know anything about werewolves really, but she couldn’t deny the bond she felt.  She had always wanted someone to love her, a month before she had her first real heart break when my friend Ron dumped her, and she did everything he wanted from the moment she met him. She became a Death Eater, killed innocent muggles, and helped him attack Hogwarts in the war. He destroyed everything that was Lavender Brown the day he met her. She came at me and I killed her, like she would have me. I would have killed him as well but he ran away. I told you, i don’t deserve a mate, let alone one like you."

"Y/n, look at me."  I sighed, doing as he asked and feeling his hands on my face.  "It was not your fault.  There's a lot to say for the power an Alpha can have over his mate, and he definitely was an Alpha, especially if she's a wolf too...was she?"  I nodded.

"He turned her."  The look of utter confusion on his face would have been adorable if it weren't such a serious moment.  "Lycanthropy is real, it's a disease humans can contract that turns them into a 'werewolf'.  Not completely wolf like, you look exactly like a wolf.  They look almost human like still, can walk on two legs...fucking scary as hell."

"No more werewolves here, anyone with that disgusting disease shows up here again and I'll kill them."  I knew it was already too late for that, just because he wasn't a wolf at that moment, doesn't mean his bite won't effect me, Ron's brother suffered wolf like symptoms upon his run in with Greyback and that was further from the full moon. I wouldn't turn, and I knew that, but I also knew whatever was going to be different, wasn't something I would be able to hide from a werewolf, let alone my mate.  "Seeing you at the mercy of another Alpha did something to me Y/n, something instinctual that I didn't know I had.  I need you love, Now."  His voice changed as he said the last word and I felt a chill straight down my spine, my need for him rising to a strange new height.  We had only been dating for a month and a half and only began being intimate about 2 weeks ago, both of us wanting our relationship to be about more than just our physical attraction, which we most definitely had.  But now, as he sat before me, hands now on my thighs and eyes staring into mine intensely, I grew wet, smelling something delicious.  It didn't take me but a moment to figure out it was him that I was smelling when something inside of me snapped and I lunged forward, pinning him to the couch and grinding against his hard length.  He took pause as I did this, clearly shocked as I had never been very forward in sexual situations, and seemed to be racking his brain for the answer when I saw his nostrils flair once, twice, three times and he growled.  My brain was becoming fuzzy, my bite burning like crazy, and I had an inkling of what was going on.

I had become good friends with Fleur after she married Ron's brother Bill, and we had talked several times about his effects after his run in with Greyback.  He obviously doesn't change on the full moon but he has wolf-like characteristics since he was bitten 2 weeks before the full moon, one of which seems to be an instinctual need for your mate that can occasionally dominate your thought process.  The way he explained it to her was his brain gets foggy and he can't think straight, his body almost completely taking over the...situation, leaving him with an animalistic need to fuck her.  She likes it, which is why Bill has no problem with it, but I knew I had to stop.

"Y/n...why do you smell like that?"  I knew in that moment he caught another Alphas scent on me and he didn't like it at all, the shower should have washed his scent off me and since it didn't...he had figured it out, I knew he had.  He pushed me to the other side of the couch, now on top of me with his hand around my neck.  I hissed as the tip of his finger brushed against my scabbed over skin and he turned me quickly so he could see it, snarling in a way I had never before heard.  As he did that I felt myself become even more wet and knew I needed this to stop, mustering up all my strength to shove him off of me.  Unfortunately I had a lot more strength now than I did an hour ago and he was shoved off of me, and across the room.

"Nik...I'm scared."  I told him when he jumped up, snarling again and it seemed to give him pause.  "Why is this happening?"

I could see him working to calm himself down and somewhere deep down I was touched that he was fighting his dominant instincts so he could help me with my fear.  "You were turned by another wolf...I don't know much about his kind, but as my mate, you want me to mark you...you need it...crave it...your body is responding to my need as well...I need to show you who you belong to now that you smell like him.  Have I ever given you reason to fear me?"  I shook my head as he stepped closer and my brain grew foggier as his scent overtook me once again.  "Just relax and feel...it's okay to fall into it with me...I know what you want instinctually and I will give it to you...but you know what I want too...it's okay to give into me Y/n..."  I stood as he stepped closer and he stopped as I stepped closer next, giving me a moment to figure it out which I appreciated.  He has had a long time to figure out his instincts, I'm new to it and trusting him with everything I have.  I sniff the air as I get closer, becoming addicted to his musky scent almost immediately.  "Do I smell nice little kitten?"  His voice had dropped 2 octaves and I could hear the growl behind it making me nod as I finally got to him, sniffing his neck now which was just above my sight line as I was several inches shorter than him.  His arm came around me and pulled us together so my chest was pressed to his and I found it easier to smell him.

"Smell like woods...pine trees...bourbon...blood...smell like..."

"What?"

"...Alpha."  He groaned, leaning his head down and sniffing at my neck too, my scent having changed I'm sure.

"Still smell like Y/n...mint...soap...raspberries...something...something spicy.  Always been there but more now..."  I nodded, knowing what it was.

"Magic, has a spicy smell to creatures...I..."  I whined, no longer willing to talk as my mind became...almost dizzy.  I could see and feel everything and I had control but not completely. I let that feeling take over, trusting Nik to take care of me and the moment I did I felt it, an almost...presence in the back of my brain and I heard her voice.  Lupin had once told me he could hear his wolf sometimes, when he was in control, he would talk to him or sometimes even for him.  'He wants us!  Mate wants us!  Give him what he wants!'  'What does he want?'  I tested the water, seeing how I communicated with her.  'Run!  Wants you to run!'  'He's a hybrid, he would catch me in seconds!'  'Not about catching...chasing...wants to chase!  Run!'  In that moment I made a choice that would impact our relationship forever...I listened.  Just as Nik's fangs descended and I felt he was about to bury them into my neck I ducked under his arm and took off towards my back door.

"Thank you kitten, for making it interesting." I pulled the door open and ran through the trees in my back yard, the woods becoming thicker right away but somehow I was navigating it like a pro.  I could hear him behind me and knew he wasn't running nearly as fast as he could, he was enjoying our game of Hunter and Prey.  When he began closing in on me I figured the game was over but she had other plans. 'Slower! Duck!' I did as she said and nearly fell, watching Nik hit the ground as he tried to lunge at me. He looked up at me, clearly impressed and I smiled, happy to make my alpha proud of me. 'Go!' I didn't even think about it as my body did as it was instructed and I realized how into this I had gotten as my body was almost moving of its own accord. As I kept running I saw the edge of a cliff drop off and about 20 feet in front of it was the other side which made me think this game was over and as I heard him chuckle behind me I realized he knew as well. 'Jump.' 'What?!' 'Jump!' 'No! Are you crazy?! I'm human!' 'Not human! Not anymore! Jump!' She was growling harder now and I realized I was going to do it just as my Alpha did. "Y/n! It's time to stop kitten, you can't make that and you know it!" 'Prove him wrong! We're strong, worthy mate!' 'Yes I am! I am worthy! I'm a good mate!' I slowed for a fraction of a second, making my Alpha believe I was quitting and heard him slow down as I pushed my legs harder, reaching the edge, and leaping, pushing my legs as hard as I could and if I'm being honest I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and landing hard, rolling a few times before looking behind me to see my Alpha had stopped at the edge, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.

"Don't tell me I can't! Good mate! Worthy mate! Can do anything!" My voice wasn't necessarily deeper as I spoke, more distorted, gravely and somehow a higher pitch. It was her voice that I didn't know could come out of me. His head tilted to the side and his eyes darkened. 'Run! Now! Gonna catch us!' 'He's all the way over there, we're fine.' I was proven wrong quickly as he bent his knees and seemed to use no effort at all to jump after me. By the time I had even moved to begin turning around he was on me, pinning me to the ground immediately. As his arm came to move my head I turned it, digging my teeth into him, quickly tasting blood though he had my throat almost instantly as I tried to get away, struggling as hard as I could.

"We're done with that kitten, Alpha loved it but you lost, and now you're mine. My beautiful, worthy mate." My body sang as he said this and I stopped fighting him almost immediately. Not a moment later my throat began...vibrating? 'Happy! Alpha made happy! Purring! Make him happy!' "You are just full of surprises kitten, don't you sound so pretty for your Alpha, singing all nice for me." He was talking to me so sweetly and yet ripping at my clothes like an animal, tearing my shirt from my body.

We had only had sex 3 times before, only 1 of which wasn't a 'quicky'. Our first time together, exploring each other was very gentle and loving, he was kind and respectful and worshipped my body until I could take no more. The other 2 times were in public, one in the grille where he had me ride him at our table in the back and the other in a bookstore where he took me on a date, he had pinned me against the wall and wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting into me faster than before chasing his release, but this moment was unlike any we had ever had.

His lips connected with my collar bone as he tossed my torn shirt to the side, nipping at my skin as I grabbed his shirt, tearing it right down the middle. I had never felt this kind of attraction in my life, my need for my mate now at a primal level that I never knew existed but he seemed to have the same need for me as he tore my bra off next. I wrapped one of my legs around his and shoved, rolling us over so I was on top, finally getting his shirt completely off before I was pinned down again. "What do you think you're doing kitten?" He growled, biting again, his fangs not on display and his dull teeth leaving nothing but a soon to be bruise in its wake.

"Skin, touch...need to touch Alpha." I reached my arms around him and dug my fingers into his skin, scratching my way down and hearing a savage growl come from his throat.

"Touch all you want kitten, but don't try to move me again or I'll give you a bite you won't soon forget." I don't think he realized that was just incentive for me to do it again.

"Please? Alpha, please?" I begged, lifting my hips and trying to grind into him but he moved with me to keep it from happening, making me whine in need.

"Please what kitten?" He was nipping and biting his way down my body and stopped with his face right in front of my crotch, his nose trailing up my pussy, making me whimper with my pants and panties in the way. He took a deep breath, kissing my clit over my clothes and taking in my scent. "You're soaking wet for me, my little mate."

"Please fuck me? Alpha please?! Can't take it anymore, need to be yours!" There were now tears leaking from my eyes, sexual frustration combined with the bite mark on the back of my neck that was burning.

He chuckled and I huffed, trying to pull him closer. "You are mine kitten." I wrapped my leg around his again, trying to get him to bite me, needing the burning to stop and he grabbed my leg, pinning it back to the ground. "What did I say would happen next time?"

"Bite me! Please! It burns Alpha, make it stop! Need you!" He looked down at me, shocked and reached towards the mark on my neck, his hand covering it and cooling the skin down instantly.

"Okay kitten, alright. Alpha will take his time with you later if that's what you need." I nodded frantically, my wolf shouting in the back of my mind, my instincts going crazy, my body frustrated and horny and my neck on fire, it was all becoming too much for the first time and Nik understood quickly that that's what my problem was. I knew he wanted to take his time with me but I was touched that he would wait for that so I could feel better. He tore my pants off, my panties joining them on the forest floor as he pulled his off too. "Hold still kitten, Alpha is going to fix it." He thrust into me almost painfully and didn't pause for even a moment, thrusting into me like a man possessed. "You've thought about this before haven't you love?" I whined, not able to form a coherent sentence at the moment but knowing he was right. "Didn't need to be a werewolf to want me to treat you like my bitch." I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long, especially now that he was talking like this, but I suppose that is his point. Alphas bite their mate in a moment of euphoria for the both of them, which is when they mate for the first time. "Wanted this since the moment you found out what I was, haven't you?" I was now actively trying not to explode, legitimately feeling that I was going to spontaneous combust. "Wanted your Alpha to hold you down..."

"Alpha, please-"

"Rut you..." I yelped as he thrust particularly hard and at this point, his speed had to be compared to that of a jack hammer. I never would have been able to even imagine being fucked like this.

"Can't hold it in anymore...please...so close Alpha..."

"Breed you..." That was all it took. The coil like tension in my belly snapped and I've never come so hard in my life. I wrapped around him like a weed as his fangs sank into my flesh and I howled, many feelings overtaking my body, relief and ecstasy being the most prominent. I felt him finish as well, filling me up more than ever before and I was panting like a dog in heat, still clinging to him, nuzzling his neck in my after glow. He held me tightly, rolling us so I was on top now and comfortable on him, not the ground. We stayed there, just completely comfortable with each other for probably about 20 minutes before I sat up, stretching my body and pulling myself off of his, sitting beside him. He sat up as well, pulling my back to his chest and kissing my neck over his new mark and making me shiver. "I love you Y/n, completely and whole heartedly."

"I love you too...and you know...if you had talked to me about it, even if he hadn't bit me, I would have done this for you." He looked at me, surprised. "Wouldn't have been the same I'm sure, but if you had told me you wanted to play hunter I would have happily given you that...just talk to me about it." He nodded once.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's a strange thing and-"

"But I'm your mate. It can be as strange as you want Nik, I love you and I want to make you as happy as you make me. I...I know I'm kind of inexperienced and awkward sometimes...I'm only 18, I grew up in boarding school, wizarding boarding school but still, I've never really had a real relationship and...I get nervous that I'm gonna do something wrong and disappoint you, I-"

"Y/n, you could never disappoint me. I know I'm significantly older and more experienced, but that doesn't matter to me. You're my mate, you were made for me in every way, you are and always will be the best sex I've ever had. This was...wow. I've never felt like you just made me feel, not in 1000 years of life. I don't want you to be nervous about anything we do, and if you are, just talk to me. I will always take care of you...in every way." I giggled as he growled in my ear before reaching for my torn pants. "I think we're going to be traveling back home without them unfortunately." I snorted.

"Maybe you are." I pulled my wand from the hidden pocket I have in all my pants that I use when I don’t have my boots and smirked, pointing it at my clothes. "Repairo" I watched as my clothes began to fix themselves and I quickly began getting dressed. Nik cleared his throat and I smiled, doing the spell once again on his clothes before we began walking back home hand in hand. "So, breeding huh?" I looked over at him and saw the faintest blush on his cheeks.

"Sorry, I-" I shook my head.

"Nothing to be sorry for, I liked it, though if you finishing inside me is going to be a thing for us I should probably look into birth control if you don't actually want something to happen." He sighed, kissing my hand delicately.

"Love, I'm a vampire. It's not possible." I snorted.

"Klaus, you're a hybrid now. Part werewolf, werewolves can have kids. You can't tell me which side is stronger than the other. I've seen weirder things happen in the world to supernatural creatures is all I'm saying." He pulled me to a stop and I looked up to see a shocked yet...hopeful face.

"You think it could be possible...you think I could have a child?" I shrugged.

"I have some friends who could help us figure it out, we would really need to think about that, and measure the potential danger for me to carry a hybrids child, however it's likely that it would just be a little harder than it would be for a normal werewolf. I'll send Hermione a patronus and see what she can find out about-" I was cut off by my mate lifting me into his arms and kissing the daylights out of me.

"Not only do you think it's possible, but you're willing to have a baby with me...I don't know what I did to deserve you Y/n Y/L/n, but I'm never letting you go."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you either...but I really must thank Professor Trelawney..."

(Wolfs Voices-

Klaus' wolf speaking

Y/n speaking to her wolf

Y/n's wolf speaking)

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[klausysworld]

Are request still open and if they are can you make a Klaus Mikaelson one shot the girl is Tyler Lockwood sister and she hates Klaus so she rejects him as her mate but at the end she accepts him so like fluff at the end

What are you doing to me?

Finding out your mated to the all powerful original hybrid who ruined your brothers like and forced him to become half vampire while also terrorising your childhood friends and what not isn’t exactly at the top of my bucket list.

Him being a willing participant when it came to the whole ‘soulmate’ arrangement was also not meant to be in the cards.

When I realised we were mates I was 99% sure he would immediately reject me as a mate. As strong as a soulmate makes you, it will also always be your greatest weakness. I would be able to kill him far easier than anyone else and I was certain he would want to kill me first.

So him leaving me expensive gifts was…unexpected to say the least.

Detailed drawings of wolves and the full moon in the sky with a poem hand written on the back had my heart fluttering in ways that I should not have enjoyed.

But he had destroyed my brothers and the people I consider my family’s lives.

And so, despite the utter agony I was inflicting on both him and myself, I rejected him as my mate.

It’s a rare thing for wolves to reject their one, the side affects are awful in a way to force your mind into reconsidering.

The crippling pain was emotionally tormenting and physically exhausting. After the initial rejection I was barely able to leave my bed, eat, drink, I barely spoke a word and each time I fell asleep I was haunted by a similar image of Klaus.

Damon had messaged me letting me know Klaus had been out of sight for nearly 3 weeks after.

The pain lingered, never truly gone but it had dimmed. Though a sharp pain would shoot through me when he was too close, when the bond knew I was purposely ignoring him, and i could always see him wince at the same time.

The few times I didn’t shove him away, well I felt much better. He brought peace to my wolfs inner battle between soulmate and family because in reality I knew that he was both. I was just too afraid to admit it fully.

Though I couldn’t help but occasionally step a tad bit closer to him, to feel the warm buzz that ran through my bloodstream.

He was a lot less subtle though.

Often, as soon as his wolf sensed mine approaching he was all over me. Hands would be rubbing up and down my arms, his lips on my neck in a desperate instinctual need to mark me. And what was worse was that my wolf was all the more compliant and for a few wonderful seconds I could indulge in the blissful sensations. My head back, hands firmly gripping his henley and moans leaving my lips, my wolf having the desire to present myself in a truly embarrassing fashion.

Though he would always push it a tad too far, a grope to my ass, his canines about to pierce my skin, and I would be pushing him away. My wolf panting as I nearly tripped over my own two feet to get away from him while ignoring the intense feeling of my heart being squeezed unpleasantly.

I always managed to just scrape past him.

Suffering alone in my room again at the recurring torture of rejecting a mate.

His continued flow of presents didn’t help either, only made me feel worse seeing effort put into paintings of me and my wolf. He hadn’t turned into a hybrid, not yet at least, he probably knew that would be my last straw and id maim him.

But I knew he had followed my wolf on the full moons, I always woke with brand new clothes beside me, lead on a cotton blanket with a pillow under head and the snapping of twigs in the distance as he walked away.

And even though I should have said absolutely not when he personally delivered an invitation to his family’s ball, with those stupid puppy dog eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to.

“Please love, just one dance and if you don’t like it…then I’ll leave you be and accept your decision” as soon as the words left his mouth, both our souls twisted in agony making my teeth grind.

“Fine, just one” I whispered and he nodded, pulling me into a quick hug to calm down both our pain. Which it did like water on a fire, entirely putting out the flames and leaving us calm and quiet.

And then the dress arrived at my door, with matching shoes and accessories and I realised I actually had to do this.

Walking into his house sent a chill down my spine, my body felt much warmer and my wolf was howling inside me.

A hand on my shoulder had me whimpering softly making an arm wrap around my waist and pull me aside to another room.

“Shh love, we don’t want the rest of the guests hearing such lovely sounds” klaus murmured into my ear and I pressed against him, a small moan leaving my lips.

“This is too much for you isn’t it my love?” He whispered, his hand tilting my head making me look up at him.

The entire house smelt like him, I had seen parts of it in the dreams of him when he was suffering from my rejection. Which now intensified my guilt, my emotions were running haywire. I was in his home; I was in the wolf’s den.

Without thinking my hands tugged at his blazer, pushing it down his arms before my fingers began to pull his shirt open

“Woah love, it’s alright” he muttered, his hands grabbed mine and before I could blink we were outside. The cold air cooled down my boiling skin as I panted and he stroked my hair away from my face

“There we go, it’s okay” he cooed, the back of his hand pressing against my forehead.

“I hate this stupid bond” I whispered, covering my face.

“I know love…we can have our dance another time, I’ll take you home” he uttered, his tone was sad and my heart ached again.

“Stop it” I whispered “please stop it”

“Stop what love? What’s wrong?”

“Make it stop fucking hurting! I rejected you weeks, months ago! Why does it still hurt!? What are you doing to me?” I whispered, tears filling my eyes and spilling over. I looked up at him to see him in a similar state though no tears had fallen from his eyes yet.

His hand moved to cup my face and I couldn’t help but lean into it.

“It will only stop hurting us when you truly reject me. Somewhere, inside you, you still haven’t truly given up on the idea. You either have to reject the bond once and for all or accept me” he explained softly

“I would’ve been able to reject you if you left me alone. You kept sending all those things and being so kind, you did this to me” I whimpered

“I wouldn’t have done that if I couldn’t feel your soul still reaching for mine” he uttered “I would never intentionally harm you”

I let out a quiet sob as my soul pleaded for his.

I leaned forward so my head could press against his chest, my eyes closing at the content feeling that rose in me. I could feel myself giving into the bond, our souls slowly binding together. His hand held the back of my head, I could hear his heart speeding up as mine mimicked it.

His other hand moved around my waist, pulling me to him. “Good girl” he whispered “you’ll feel so much better now” he reassured “I promise I’ll make it better now sweetheart”

He kissed my head softly, his hand rubbing my back “let the bond form my love” he encouraged.

I focused on the connection trying to relight the candle.

I could feel the second it happened, my knees growing too weak to stand making him chuckle quietly and wrap both arms around me. He lifted me so my face could be right infront of his, prompting me to lean forward and press our lips together.

Our souls entwined as we did so, endless amounts of passion poured into one act.

The silent appreciation that this was real and it was only just the beginning.

[alexyskinnerstories]

Hunting Down My Alpha Mate

*Y/n Pov *

It’s been about three months since I escaped from Damon Salvatore he abducted me while I was hidden from my pack alpha he had wounded me because I had rejected him for a mate he clawed my midsection and bit into my right leg trying to forcefully mark me as his mate but my father had tackled me off of me and told me to run as fast as I could I had run for two weeks until I found a wolves den there was a mother and father wolve with their pups the father saw that I was hurting badly and let me in their pure wolves scents covered mine the father helps me to the back of the den I saw the mother run out I don’t know what she had gone the dad nudged me and lays down then nodded at me showing me that he wanted me to lay down I did and whimper the mom has returned with a werewolf shifter like me he shift to his human side and grab the shorts from the mother mouth he asked me to shift to the human body I shook my head the father wolf had just drag a blanket over me and nodded again I listen and shift with much pain short story shut the male shift healed me and they accepted me into their family and home Damon had taken me four weeks after I was settle with the family but still weak from the situation the family was out hunting while I stand in the den in my wolf body he kicked me out and took me I had woken up to a door shutting I looked at the guy who wasn’t my abducteder he seemed more nice the the other he had feed me raw meat and and a bowl of blood he says he’ll help me escape from this place when I was fully healed and feed to my full strength that day came and he was true to his word he helped me escape into the woods and told me to run to New Orleans and find the Mikaelson family and that my true mate is there he gave me a backpack of things he said I’ll need he said I’ll will need to shift to my human body because I couldn’t run around city in my wolf body I had made it to the city about four hours ago I ran through allyways until I got closer to the place where my alpha scent is strong I change into my human body and open the backpack and grab the clothes I change into the clothes and head to the mansion

I saw three bags of blood I grab them and drained them fast so I could have my strength I walked up to the door and knocked on a Harley T-shirt open the door his scent hit me full strength I couldn’t help my self I throw my myself at him he caught me he was about to throw me off but I say something that sent him into another shock

Me: My soulmate...alpha mate

He soon was out of shock he hugged me very tightly and kiss my head after a while he sat me on my feet and moved my head to see me

He smiled and kissed my lips then he pulled away saying I was very beautiful and that he’ll love me forever and always I smiled and hidden in his chest I can finally be safe and happy

[crazyinluvfix]

almost done with a KLAUS MIKAELSON one shot !!

summary: when klaus brings his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time they don’t exactly welcome her with open arms. namely, rebekah. but as soon as she takes a dagger to her pride she gets ANGRY, and klaus is utterly amused and even more in love than he was before.

keep your eyes peeled for ‘DON’T NEED SAVING,’ out by the end of the week x

request by: @ranisingsnew

[bluemargotrobbie]

Elijah y Olivia 🥰

El primer baile

📖: 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

📚: Future Nostalgia Saga

🖋: scarletqueenx (wattpad)

🎟️: scarletqueenx ( tik tok)

🌍: TVDU

👤: Arielle Salvatore

[kyrishine]

Chapter Two: Family Meeting

TAGLIST: @dash-world

How would you describe the feeling between regret and relief? The feeling of packing your bags after being confronted in your dreams by the man that wants to take your life away from you and driving ten and a half hours exactly, but discovering that the hybrid himself left to get you leaving only his brother Elijah, on the other side of the door of his New Orleans Estate.

Being invited in by the older well dressed original was strange. Kathrine said that he was Klaus's brother, and he wanted to help her but she couldn't risk her life for a man who was at his core conflicted by his want of his brother's redemption and his love for her.

He's beholden to his word but nothing will triumph over his promise of 'Always and forever" made to his siblings over a thousand years ago.

" I don't want to kill your brother or anyone else for that matter," words stumble out your mouth hoping that Elijah stops you.

He doesn't, instead, his brown eyes trace your face curiosity brightening his gorgeous eyes filled with a millennium of knowledge.

He understands his brother's reaction after visiting your dreams, rushing out the door and promising an explanation after his arrival with you, as his captive.

" I just want to be left alone, but I won't be bullied by your brother or your family." A small smirk graced Elijah's face, a small dimple appearing on the side of his cheek.

Watching your hands fidget as they betray the confidence in your voice as you stood your ground. Your eyes stayed firm in his pretending that you couldn't see the amusement on his face.

" Might I ask what you intended on doing if my brother disagreed with your sentiment of peace between the two of you?" The question lingered in the air for only a second.

" That's not an option that I can accept, your brother is a smart person, and I don't believe that he would pass up what I can offer him." He couldn't help but like the girl that stood in front of him. Her resilience reminding him of his baby sister Rebekah.

When the word of your existence first graced his ears he thought it was a tale, as he and his siblings are to most of the supernatural world that is fortunate enough to not know of the Mikaelson Family.

Yet whispers of an Elemental traveled through the channels of the supernatural community, finally being confirmed by Katerina in an attempt to relieve the bounty placed over her head by Niklaus.

" Don't leave us hanging love, What's stopping me from killing you where you stand?" A third voice asked, with a smooth English accent.

You knew that voice belonged to Klaus, but you refused to face him. Instead, you continue with Elijah, only clearing your throat slightly.

" Revenge over the witches that plague the french quarter," You finally look at him, the details of your dream flooding your mind every second your eyes rest on his frame. He looked the same as he did in your dream, the grey long-sleeve hugging his toned arms. " Hybrids."

" That's impossible." both brothers argued

" I did it before."

Klaus knew that you were telling the truth. Honesty he hated the thought of any ie sipping through your full lips that fit your face perfectly.

Before you, Elementals were the boogyman of witches, told to baby witches to persuade them to use their power for good, but here you are. Your curls frame your face perfectly, slightly frizzy due to the New Orleans humidity.

" They want us gone, and if it's between us or them I choose us."

Elijah walked over to his brother, with no words, just understanding between the two. You were a better ally than an enemy, and that's what they were missing in this mission to reclaim their home.

" Well don't be rude to our guest, help her to her room." Klaus smiled before locking eyes with you.

" Let the games begin."